| Can we ever forgive love for its pain?
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| A tragic poem that forever burns on my brain.
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| The city’s sweat is scaring her into her dreams
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| As the songs scream to fill her quiet evening.
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| Let me, I’ll put your words on fire 'til *I care.*
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| So throw it away from this motherfucking human world.
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| What’s the wonder that she lets it *guess her color crying?*
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| I am not your savior
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| But, I’m crippled with desire.
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| Let the smile give her everything she needs.
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| I’m the song, the song she doesn’t want to sing.
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| Forgive me as, I burn into the evening.
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| I’m known from love, and seek the field of pain.
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| These words, tearing me and make me bleed.
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| Light, it enters and melts away emotion
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| As I watch the sun fuck the ocean, crying:
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| I am not your savior.
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| But, I’m crippled with desire
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| 'Cause I’m not your savior.
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| Not the wonder.
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| Now I sit here crippled with desire,
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| With desire… with desire.
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| Desire…
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| Break!
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| I am not your savior.
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| But, I’m crippled with desire
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| 'Cause I’m not your savior.
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| Wish that I was.
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| Now I sit here crippled with desire.
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| Crippled with desire. |